In the living room of Jack Manor's villa.
Chen Lun suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look, but the scene in the hall was as usual.
He had just felt a moment of danger, a warning from his spiritual intuition, but it vanished as quickly as it came.
"What's wrong?"
Floey, sitting next to him, asked softly.
Chen Lun shook his head.
"It's nothing."
The rest of the team continued to joke and talk about interesting things that happened during their completed commissions, and Chen Lun felt good watching this scene.
"I'll go make some more food."
Floey offered.
Chen Lun glanced at her and then back at the coffee table, where he noticed that everyone's plates were empty, with only some crumbs remaining.
Especially in front of Noah, his plate was shining bright, even cleaner than washed ones, reflecting his tormented expression as if it were a mirror.
Seeing Noah holding his thigh, the veins bulging, Chen Lun sighed softly to himself.